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Jungkook isn’t adjusting well to his new life as a bunnyboy. When Seokjin catches the baby rabbit rubbing his little cock obscenely against the furniture, the men are forced to do what’s best for their maknae. Jungkook objects vehemently.

It’s been a long time since someone’s actually had the balls to hit on Lucifer, and with all the redeeming that’s been going around like a particularly virulent cold, it suddenly doesn’t seem like such a bad idea to take up Angel Dust’s professional, no-strings-attached offer of a fun time! How else is a demon supposed to work out some post-battle tension after a nearly decade-long dry spell, huh? Unfortunately for Lucifer, he forgot that his brain makes any form of intimacy a PVP activity with friendly fire permanently enabled.

Minho and Jisung follow one rule to protect their friendship: never look up what people say about them online. The only problem is that Jisung is too curious for his own good. And boy is this a case of curiosity killing the cat. (…and satisfaction bringing it back, if you catch my drift).

There he was, buried in the one person he shouldn’t be, and it felt better than anything he’d ever known.

Instead of being put off, Harry had laughed and agreed they could trial a friends-with-benefits type of relationship. Which they had. It had gone well, so well that their fuck buddies' arrangement had been the longest relationship of Tony’s life, lasting from when they met in ‘07 until ‘09. Until about three months before Afghanistan when Tony fucked it all up. Or the one where Tony is reunited with Harry, who he’s loved for at least three years but never told.

It starts with a closet, but that's beside the point. The important thing is the closet gives them the space (however tightly confined) to say it all and then they take it and run. Izuku is not going to let this chance pass him by. And Katsuki just needs a single hint of an okay, to take it all the rest the way.

“You’re being cruel to him,” Shoko said as they both watched Satoru leave in a fumbling haste. She side-eyed Suguru and caught his vicious smile and amethyst eyes darkened in shades. Her eyes and nose scrunched in distaste. She sucked her tapioca pearls from the milk tea. The only noise at the table was her slurping sounds during the silence.“So what if I am?” Suguru gave a casual shrug, eyes traveling to Shoko’s face. “Are you going to tell him?” He challenged her with a raised eyebrow and condescending tone.“...No,” Shoko sighed, putting down her finished drink. She studied her friend’s face looking for remorse or guilt, but there was none to be found in his eyes. A full body shiver ran through her body. “You’re one scary motherfucker, Suguru.” or the one where Suguru dates someone to upset Satoru

When Percy Jackson slipped into the car Thalia Grace had occupied, he'd expected a neat conversation, maybe a bit of a retreat from having to sleep in cold, lonesome cars for a bit. He certainly hadn't expected to confront a new-found fascination with muscular thighs, nor confront the crush he'd been nursing since meeting her in the summer, but, well, here we are. Who would've thought it would be returned though? They do argue like a married couple though... With the Great Prophecy hanging over their heads, and so much pressure on their shoulders, sometimes comfort has to be found in letting go with another person, just for a little bit. Life's too short. (a one-shot, for now, unless people like this enough. Then I might do a Heroes of Olympus second chapter.)

Minho whines softly, his hands bunching up into the sheets as Jisung begins to stroke his knuckle against the handful of centimeters that make up Minho’s erect shaft. His words, too, go straight to Minho’s head, making him dizzy and breathless. It’s been a long while since he’s had to actually worry too much about Jisung not finding him satisfying—or worse, being turned off by him. It’s the fact that it’s less that Jisung is reassuring him, but rather him being turned on by the size of Minho’s cock, praising it, practically worshiping it, that makes his head spin.

!Spoilers for the game up until chapter 5! The path ahead has to be carved out with occasional violence, but whenever there is a possibility of saving a life, Tav will not hesitate to spare or alter the course of action to save it. When the devil declines a new deal, she is forced to face off against him. But she cannot forgive herself for banishing Raphael back to Cania, where his abusive father is very keen to remind him just how pathetic of an insect he is. The realization of having her life saved by Raphael strengthens her resolve and she ventures to the Eighth layer of Hells. Soon after, Raphael finds himself banished from Hells and bound to a mortal. It is essentially a character study of my favorite bastard from Baldur's Gate 3, while shedding light onto his more mortal side - the one he so desperately tries to reject. It is my headcanon mixed with canon stuff. Enjoy!

Angel felt himself float, infatuated with the hope that Husk felt something, anything for him, and would continue to grant him this comfort. Angel just wanted it to last. And it did. Husk let him drape his arm around his shoulder and pull him into a flirty side hug. And outside on the streets or relaxing in the front lobby, Angel found that Husk’s wings began to fall over him impulsively, keeping him close and keeping the cruelness of hell away from the both of them. It was more often than most Husk and Angel would be the last to go to sleep, mostly because Angel got back so late–yet Husk was always waiting for him when he got home. On those nights where Angel was too tired to walk up the stairs just yet, Husk would sit him down at the couches and hand him a cold glass of whiskey. They’d talk until Angel’s voice was low and tired, and real. Or; Angel and Husk's love language is touch. They seriously can't keep their hands to themselves and this begins to cross some boundaries, begging the question: what were they? Could two shitty addicts perhaps be good for each other? Or or; Pure huskerdust fluff!!!!